E P I T O M E O F L O V E
First Chapter
In the garden of hearts, where emotions bloom,
There lies a love, like sweet, fragrant perfume.
A patient love, unwavering and true,
Enduring flaws, embracing what is you.
For love, my dear, is a steadfast art,
It waits in the shadows, a beating heart.
In your imperfections, it finds its grace,
A love that time nor distance can erase.
In your moment of doubt, when you stumble and fall,
This patient love is there to catch you, standing tall.
It knows that in weakness, strength can be found,
In the dept of your soul, is where love is bound.
